Or maybe using Log Cabin syrup as lube.
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Not faking it.
I don't know what Q8 was, and I think I am scared to find out.
I'm...I'm sorry, Venkman, I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
And maybe with a horrified innocent bystander.
I keep coming up with answers to this one.
It's great.
Ooh! Ooh! Fourscore and seven queers ago, it was with a hard pointy thing pressed to your back, over the edge of an opera box.
If...if you were to die having sex, where would you want it to happen?
really? you think maple syrup would be involved in a last sex request? Interesting, Joe.
Or...or does it involve John Wilkes Booth/Lincoln slash?